tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54564554670594273072016-12-27T12:39:46.341-08:00The Truth About Grown UpsLizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12587399221573108504noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456455467059427307.post-74572007094287591452011-10-21T19:22:00.000-07:002011-10-21T19:22:21.333-07:00The top SEO keyword for this blog...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">...is Jeff Goldblum. &nbsp;Oh, let the lols ensue.<br /><br /><br /><a name='more'></a><br /><br />Apparently, my most read blog post is my Index of Sexy Men. &nbsp;And surprisingly, Mr. Goldblum is the most searched studly hunk that is leading people to my &nbsp;blog. &nbsp;I find that kind of odd.<br /><br />Don't get me wrong, I love the guy and thought he was really hot in <i>Jurassic Park. &nbsp;</i>I guess I'm just surprised that of all the men on that list, it would be him to make internet seekers swoon. &nbsp; I have to confess, he's the crush I'm&nbsp;embarrassed&nbsp;to admit. <br /><br />But I will say, it's nice to know I'm not alone. ;-)<br /><br />Speaking of sexy men, &nbsp;I must add Aussie hotties Chris Hemsworth and Joel Edgerton to my list...</div>Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12587399221573108504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456455467059427307.post-35129262496255844982011-01-25T21:58:00.000-08:002011-01-25T21:58:44.234-08:00Maybe people don't suck so much afterall<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">This is such a rarity, but when it does happen, I'm left feeling befuddled and grateful,&nbsp;simultaneously.<br /><br /><br /><a name='more'></a><br /><br />Earlier in the evening, &nbsp;I was coming home from my Tuesday night class. &nbsp;I had gotten off the train and hit the busy intersection that I needed to cross before making it to my apartment. &nbsp;As the pedestrian crossing sign flicked on and I started crossing the street, an SUV was making a hasty left turn while I was still in the middle of the intersection.<br /><br />My heart literally sank as I came within a foot or two of being hit by a car. &nbsp;I was feeling both a combination of fear and anger, and my heart started racing fast. &nbsp;The car drove off, and I forced my little legs, which were still in shock, to hustle to the end of the crosswalk and onto the sidewalk next to my building.<br /><br />As I stood near the entrance to my building, I needed to stop and catch my breath. &nbsp;My heart had been beating as if I had just ran 7-8 miles. &nbsp;I look up for a second in the direction the SUV had sped off in. &nbsp;I noticed it had made an illegal U-turn and was heading back my way. &nbsp;"Oh shit," a voice in my head said, "this fucker wants to really piss you off."<br /><br />The car eventually stopped in front of my building, right were I was standing. &nbsp;As the passenger window rolled down, I started to open my mouth to give the guy a piece of my mind. &nbsp;Much to my shock, his first words were: "I'm so sorry...are you ok?"<br /><br />Sorry? &nbsp;Wait, what? &nbsp;Did some asshole in an SUV just apologize for his own mistake? &nbsp;Am I dreaming this? &nbsp;Did hell just freeze over? &nbsp;Can pigs fly now?<br /><br />My arched shoulders relaxed as did my wrinkled brow. &nbsp;I eased up my tense body and my entire disposition, and merely nodded my head. &nbsp;"It's ok," I said, calmly, "Just be careful next time." &nbsp;Still looking sheepish and&nbsp;embarrassed, he just muttered one last apology before hitting the gas pedal and speeding off into the south. &nbsp;I watched his vehicle disappear into the skyline, never to be seen again.<br /><br />True story, my friends, true story.<br /><br /><br /></div>Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12587399221573108504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456455467059427307.post-80891248628035566752011-01-19T23:04:00.000-08:002011-01-19T23:04:48.704-08:00This is what happens when you attempt to make your own sushi<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>&nbsp;...<br /><a name='more'></a><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>True story, my friends.<br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-s_CBfqzMk/TTfeIWDhZYI/AAAAAAAAALg/hZuBNeye8Xc/s1600/036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-s_CBfqzMk/TTfeIWDhZYI/AAAAAAAAALg/hZuBNeye8Xc/s320/036.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-s_CBfqzMk/TTfeLVO7WdI/AAAAAAAAALk/SpvLCMIsviE/s1600/035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-s_CBfqzMk/TTfeLVO7WdI/AAAAAAAAALk/SpvLCMIsviE/s320/035.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div></div>Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12587399221573108504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456455467059427307.post-88311347263458860632011-01-09T14:37:00.000-08:002011-01-09T14:37:52.619-08:00I guess this blog needs attention tooSo looking over the stats for this blog and Musings of a Fitness Junkie, it's no shock which of the two is more popular. &nbsp;As the title suggests, I guess I need to pay more attention to this blog.<br /><br /><br /><a name='more'></a>Earlier this week, I mentioned in a blog post on Musings that blogging, for me, is easier to do when discussing a passion. &nbsp; It becomes more difficult when the topic is myself or my random observations in regards to the meaning of life.<br /><br />Still, that doesn't mean I'm abandoning this blog altogether. &nbsp;If anyone who reads this can forgo my randomness and lack of continuity in my writing, this blog will have a beating pulse...if barely.<br /><br />Until then, I have nothing.<br /><br />Toodles!Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12587399221573108504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456455467059427307.post-8777750387161355142010-12-13T10:50:00.000-08:002010-12-13T10:50:58.632-08:00Computer problemsI'm too damn lazy to rewrite what I wrote on my other, more popular&nbsp;&nbsp;blog.&nbsp; Here's the lowdown: <a href="http://musingsofafitnessjunkie.blogspot.com/2010/12/technology.html#more">http://musingsofafitnessjunkie.blogspot.com/2010/12/technology.html#more</a><br /><br />Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah and Kwanzaa, and have a safe and Happy New Year...bitches!Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12587399221573108504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456455467059427307.post-55004542619774239142010-12-03T14:05:00.000-08:002010-12-03T14:05:06.752-08:00Hey Scott, I made it to 10 posts!Other than that, I have nothing relevant to say...for now.Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12587399221573108504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456455467059427307.post-42707059401254193092010-11-21T17:42:00.000-08:002010-11-21T17:42:17.421-08:00I hate procrastination....so why do I still put myself through it?Ever since I can remember, I have been a procrastinator. &nbsp;I don't necessarily wear that title as a badge of honor, but I do own up to it. &nbsp;I can understand why we do it in our younger years...we have an incessant need to test boundaries and understand the ramifications of what happens we cross them. &nbsp;But why do some of us still carry it into our adulthood, including me?<br /><br /><a name='more'></a>Growing up, I'll admit to being a lazy child. &nbsp;I found excuses to get out of doing my chores, I put off doing homework for as long as I could, and I hated going outside to play, opting instead to park my chunky butt in front of my TV. &nbsp;As I grew into my teen years, I started to realize the ill-fated effects of procrastination and laziness. &nbsp;I was overweight, did poorly in school (as well as placed in the lower percentile of classes for high school), and had to learn why doing chores were important. &nbsp;Overtime, I managed to eradicate (most) of my short-comings. &nbsp;I lost the weight, went to college, and can say with confidence that I have all the essential skills it takes to coping with&nbsp;struggles&nbsp;associated adulthood. <br /><br />As an adult, no one ever accused me of being lazy or unreliable. &nbsp;In fact, most of my friends and maybe even co-workers turn to me as the reliable, dependable, and well-rounded person. &nbsp;If there was ever a task that needed completion, and possibly under constrained circumstances, I am the go-to person to help get the job done.<br /><br />That being said, I still find myself in a state of procrastination and prolonged laziness. &nbsp;As of late, I find myself&nbsp;procrastinating&nbsp;when it comes to grad school. &nbsp;In about about a week and a half, I have two 15-20 page papers due, and I can't find myself to start them. &nbsp;Yes, you heard right--two 15-20 page papers.<br /><br />I'm sure some of you would find that task&nbsp;amateurish&nbsp;and easy to overcome, while others of you would find it daunting and something to cry about with a tub of ice cream in your lap. &nbsp;I fall somewhere in between. <br /><br />I wonder to myself whether my lazy knack from my childhood is coming back, or possibly that it never went away and all these years of&nbsp;suppressing it&nbsp;was just me denying me true nature? &nbsp;Or perhaps, procrastination is a manifestation of my subconscious feelings that I refuse to let surface...in this case, I hate grad school and the program I'm in. &nbsp;I might blog about my dissenting feelings towards my grad program later, but in short, I feel as if I'm wasting my time and talents, which could have been put towards better efforts elsewhere. <br /><br />I know I can accomplish this task, even if it will be no easy feat. &nbsp;The real underlying problem is not getting these papers finished, but my bitterness and resent towards my time in grad school. &nbsp;I realize that I'm very close to the finish line and that I am on course to graduate this spring, but nothing feels worse than recognizing you wasted your talents on something you invested so much of your time and money in to. <br /><br />In the meantime, I have using youtube and mindless website surfing to ease my pain. &nbsp;Here's a favorite video of mine from one of my all-time favorite Disney films (sorry, Scott):&nbsp;<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-HcqCFva-Gc">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-HcqCFva-Gc</a>Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12587399221573108504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456455467059427307.post-67561496817471034412010-11-07T23:23:00.000-08:002010-11-07T23:23:09.180-08:00Questionaire (because I can)Remember those&nbsp;annoying questionaires on Myspace that all your friends posted on your page and expected you to waste your precious time doing?&nbsp; Do you even remember Myspace?<br /><br /><br /><a name='more'></a>Well, it's Sunday night/Monday morning and I&nbsp; found an interesting questionaire to do just for the hell of it.&nbsp; Please note that this is all in fun. <br /><br /><strong>1. What, in your opinion is the most important division within the human race? (e.g. smokers/non-smokers, Conservative/Labour, </strong><a href="http://www.blinman.com/laptop.htm"><strong>desktop/laptop</strong></a><strong>)&nbsp; </strong><br />&nbsp; <br />&nbsp;Fitness freaks vs. non-exercising population. <br />&nbsp; <br /><strong>2. On which side of the answer to #1 do you fall? </strong><br />&nbsp; <br />Fitness freak.&nbsp; Duh!&nbsp; Viva videofitness.com! <br />&nbsp; <br /><strong>3. How long, on average, does it take you to get rid of someone trying to sell you something over the phone? </strong><br />&nbsp; <br />It's been awhile since I've heard the voice of a telemarketer, but back in the good ol' days (2003), it probably took me less than 10 seconds. <br />&nbsp; <br /><strong>4. What is the most expensive object you have ever </strong><a href="http://www.blinman.com/eBay%20item%202941296723%20(Ends%20Jul-27-03%20145029%20PDT)%20-%20Nikon%20Coolpix%20775%20Pule.htm"><strong>broken on purpose</strong></a><strong>? ('when angry' counts as 'on purpose' even if you regretted it soon afterwards) </strong><br /><strong></strong>&nbsp; <br />I once threw a pricy necklace across a room.&nbsp; Who it belongs to, I won't disclose. ;) <br />&nbsp; <br /><strong>5. What is your preferred method of sharpening a knife? </strong><br /><strong></strong>&nbsp; <br />I suppose flint or something blunt. <br />&nbsp; <br /><strong>6. In your view, is it more important for the Americans to adopt a less confrontational foreign policy, or to learn how to pronounce the word "aluminium"? </strong><br />&nbsp; <br />FYI, this quiz was created by a Brit.&nbsp; Yes to the first, but&nbsp;no the second.&nbsp; <br />&nbsp; <br /><strong>7. If you had the opportunity to become immortal, would you take it? </strong><br /><strong></strong>&nbsp; <br />Absolutely. <br />&nbsp; <br />&nbsp; <br /><strong>8. On balance, are you angry about the part of the monitor tube that is covered by the plastic housing, or pleased about the extra 24 bytes in a kilobyte? </strong><br />&nbsp; <br />Uh, the first I guess. <br />&nbsp; <br /><strong>9. If you buy something for 99p with a £1 coin, do you really want the 1p back? </strong><br />&nbsp; <br />No, it's not a biggie. <br />&nbsp; <br /><strong>10. Do you trust that </strong><a href="http://www.dulux.co.uk/webapp/wcs/stores/DLXUK/Product_Selector/Jsp/magicwhite_index.jsp" target="_blank"><strong>fancy new paint</strong></a><strong> which goes on pink and dries white? </strong><br />&nbsp; <br />Never tried it.&nbsp; I'll have to get back to you on that one. <br />&nbsp; <br /><strong>11. Have you ever combined a Burger King burger with McDonalds fries in persuit of the ultimate </strong><a href="http://www.blinman.com/mcmanners.htm"><strong>fast food</strong></a><strong> experience? </strong><br /><strong></strong>&nbsp; <br />No, but the day after my 22nd birthday, I was so hungover, I ate Burger King, Hardees, and Dunkin Donuts all in the same day. <br />&nbsp; <br /><strong>12. Do you own a box of those little plastic rings for reinforcing punched holes? </strong><br /><strong></strong>&nbsp; <br />No, but I did in high school. <br />&nbsp; <br /><strong>13. If you could issue one decree as an absolute monarch, what would it be? </strong><br /><strong></strong>&nbsp; <br />All the men on my "Sexy Men Index" would have to be my slaves for a good 2 or&nbsp;3 years. <br />&nbsp; <br /><strong>14. If copies are free, do you check the settings first, or just press the button and see what happens? </strong><br /><strong></strong>&nbsp; <br />I always check the settings. <br />&nbsp; <br /><strong>15. If you had to have one, and only one bumper sticker, what would it say? </strong><br /><strong></strong>&nbsp; <br />I hate bumper stickers. Period. <br />&nbsp; <br /><strong>16. What objects would you be nervous if you didn't have a spare for? </strong><br />&nbsp; <br />My apartment keys.&nbsp; I've come close to losing them more times than I can count. <br />&nbsp; <br /><strong>17. If you bought a new BMW 520i, would you choose the "Delete badge" option? </strong><br />&nbsp; <br />That car is so dated. <br />&nbsp; <br /><strong>18. What was the last thing you shouted while alone in a car? </strong><br />&nbsp; <br />It's been awhile.&nbsp; Probably "Oh shit!" <br />&nbsp; <br /><strong>19. What is your typical path through a supermarket? </strong><br />&nbsp; <br />I usually start from the outer aisles and work my way in. <br />&nbsp; <br /><strong>20. Do you lick the underside of the foil top when eating a pot of yoghurt? </strong><br />&nbsp; <br />Yes.&nbsp; It's yogurt, btw.&nbsp; Silly Brits! <br />&nbsp; <br /><strong>21. Do you abbreviate the words "you", "are", “to” and “for” in text messages? </strong><br />&nbsp; <br />Only if I'm in a hurry.&nbsp; I hate lazy writing otherwise. <br />&nbsp; <br /><strong>22. Have you ever tried to use an optical mouse on a mirror, just to see what happened? </strong><br />&nbsp; <br />No, should I? <br />&nbsp; <br /><strong>23. If you were alone at the time, what would be the least hygienic location from which you'd be prepared to retrieve and eat a potato chip you'd just dropped? </strong><br />&nbsp; <br />Probably my apartment floor. <br />&nbsp; <br /><strong>24. With reference to #23, where would overstep the mark? </strong><br />&nbsp; <br />The bathroom floor.&nbsp; <br />&nbsp; <br /><strong>25. Have you ever read the documentation for your company pension scheme? </strong><br />&nbsp; <br />Lol, no.&nbsp; I didn't even think they have one. <br />&nbsp; <br />&nbsp; <br /><strong>26. How many of the Asterix / Hitch-Hikers Guide To The Galaxy / Terry Pratchett / Harry Potter books have you read? </strong><br />&nbsp; <br />All seven of the Harry Potter books. <br />&nbsp; <br /><strong>27. How many greetings cards have you sent in the last 12 months? </strong><br />&nbsp; <br />Maybe 3 or 4. <br />&nbsp; <br /><strong>28. A criminal maniac invites you to "Pick a city for destruction, Mr. Bond." Which one do you choose? </strong><br />&nbsp; <br />Cleveland.&nbsp; No doubt about that. <br />&nbsp; <br /><strong>29. Which font do you use most often? </strong><br />&nbsp; <br />Times New Roman.&nbsp; It's the old standby. <br />&nbsp; <br /><strong>30. What happened the last time you applied excessive force to an inanimate object? </strong><br /><strong></strong>&nbsp; <br />I'm weird, but not THAT weird. <br />&nbsp; <br />&nbsp; <br /><strong>31. Can you tell whether a Union Jack is hung the right way up? </strong><br /><strong></strong>&nbsp; <br />Yes, actually.&nbsp; Not bad from an American. <br /><strong></strong>&nbsp; <br /><strong>32. If it was a matter of life or death, what is the earliest month for which you could produce your bank statement? </strong><br />&nbsp; <br />November <br />&nbsp; <br /><strong>33. If you could choose any person living or dead, who would you most like to hit repeatedly in the face with a small wooden gavel? </strong><br />&nbsp; <br />Haha, I shouldn't answer that once since this person is alive and well. <br />&nbsp; <br /><strong>34. If you had the choice between a petrol chainsaw or a bread knife, which would you use for felling a small tree with a 1" diameter trunk? </strong><br />&nbsp; <br />The bread knife.&nbsp; I don't know my way around a petrol chainsaw. <br />&nbsp; <br /><strong>35. If you could ban one figure of speech, one acronym and one word, what would they be?</strong> <br />&nbsp; <br />F*g or "That's so gay."&nbsp; It's just so annoying and immature. <br />&nbsp; <br /><strong>36. If you ran over a teddy bear lying in the road, would you feel guilty? </strong><br />&nbsp; <br />Hell no.&nbsp; He should have gotten out of my way. <br />&nbsp; <br /><strong>37. If your house was besieged, which consumable would you run out of last - assuming you didn't starve? </strong><br />&nbsp; <br />?&nbsp; Maybe the dried fruit. <br />&nbsp; <br /><strong>38. List the BBC national radio stations in order of preference as driving companions. </strong><br />&nbsp; <br />1, 2, and 4.&nbsp; Yes, I do know what the BBC is and yes, I do listen to it occasionally. <br />&nbsp; <br /><strong>39. When making a graph in MS Excel, do you place it on a separate sheet or on the sheet with the source data? </strong><br />&nbsp; <br />This question is just as boring as using Excel.&nbsp; To answer the question, yes. <br />&nbsp; <br /><strong>40. Which way up do you hold a map when travelling South? </strong><br />&nbsp; <br />I use GPS.&nbsp; It's 2010.&nbsp; Get with it! <br />&nbsp; <br /><strong>41. How would you answer a 5 year-old who asked you why the sky is blue? </strong><br />&nbsp; <br />I colored with Crayola'd Blizzard Blue crayon. <br />&nbsp; <br /><strong>42. When did you last use a highlighter pen? </strong><br />&nbsp; <br />&nbsp; <br /><strong>43. On a scale of 1 to 10, how confident are you that you know when to use a semicolon? </strong><br />&nbsp; <br />Maybe 7 or 8.&nbsp; Ask Dr. Schuh...I'm sure she'd give me a 3. <br />&nbsp; <br /><strong>44. What proportion of the CDs you own are in their original cases right now? </strong><br />&nbsp; <br />All of them.&nbsp; I haven't used a CD since 2005.&nbsp; <br />&nbsp; <br /><strong>45. What songs, television shows, books, paintings etc are you irrationally embarrassed to admit that you don’t like? </strong><br />&nbsp; <br />Glee, Lost, etc.&nbsp; I dislike a lot of popular things. <br />&nbsp; <br /><strong>46. Based on sound rather than content, which person’s voice irritates you the most? </strong><br />&nbsp; <br />I'd rather not say ;) <br />&nbsp; <br /><strong>47. How accurate is the time on your watch? </strong><br />&nbsp; <br />I'd say pretty accurate. <br />&nbsp; <br /><strong>48. Have you ever written to, emailed or telephoned a newspaper, radio station, TV programme etc? If so, what did you say?&nbsp; </strong><br />&nbsp; <br />I once wrote to Glen Beck, telling him he sucked at life. <br />&nbsp; <br /><strong>49. Do you, in the most fundamental depths of your soul, give a crap about the extinction of the Red Cockaded Woodpecker? </strong><br />&nbsp; <br />I do actually. <br />&nbsp; <br /><strong>50. What is the cheapest thing you’ve bought with a debit or credit card in the past month?</strong><br /><br />Starbucks coffee.Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12587399221573108504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456455467059427307.post-19218722404757735992010-11-05T16:43:00.000-07:002010-11-05T16:43:48.046-07:00The trashiest people in Chicago...<a name='more'></a>...reside in my building.&nbsp; Seriously.&nbsp; I live in a decent neighborhood, but somehow found the underbelly just by moving into my apartment. <br /><br />You know you live in Trashville, USA when the following characteristics can be applied to your neighbors:<br /><br />-Blasting music at 10 am in the morning.&nbsp; Good for you for following city&nbsp;noise ordinances; however, if you have the luxury of sitting on your ass and blasting music mid-morning on a weekday, get a fuckin' job!<br /><br />-Leaving garbage outside the door for days.&nbsp; Last I recall, the city garbage collectors pick up the trash outside any residential buiding, either from receptacles or dumpsters.&nbsp; Personally coming into your building and picking garbage from outside your door is news to me.<br /><br />-Packing 25 of your closest friends and family members into the utility elevator.&nbsp; This isn't indicative of race, socioeconomic class, or any other type of demographic indicator.&nbsp; It's just indicative of what classless piece of trash you are.&nbsp; Oh, and it's even&nbsp;more classless&nbsp;to do it at 2am.<br /><br />-Roaming the building in your underwear, pajamas, and/or various states of undress.&nbsp; Let's face it...none of you are Adonises.&nbsp; I don't even think I walk around in such states of undress in my own apartment!<br /><br />-Conducting loud cell phone conversations in the hall.&nbsp; I really don't need to know that your friend (frenemy) Michelle is cheating on her boyfriend of 3 years and might be pregnant.&nbsp; <br /><br />-Leaving your doors open when you are not home.&nbsp; It's already bad enough that people leave their doors unlocked, but your doors?&nbsp; You are just asking for theft to occur.&nbsp; Might as well leave some milk and cookies for&nbsp;potential robbers&nbsp;to enjoy afterwards.<br /><br />-Letting your pets roam the building.&nbsp; Mr. Jiggles just did a number right outside my apartment.&nbsp; Not cool.<br /><br />I could go on, but it's just too much energy to waste.Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12587399221573108504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456455467059427307.post-80429627853591265932010-10-31T13:59:00.000-07:002010-12-03T14:25:28.887-08:00My Index of Sexy MenI'm deathly bored right now and have no desire to start my homework for my online class.&nbsp; Since&nbsp;I'm using&nbsp;Halloween as an excuse to screw off (mind you I haven't celebrated it in 12 or 13 years), I'm composing my A-Z list of men I find sexy, or found sexy at one point or another.&nbsp; Don't take it personally if you didn't make the cut...there is always next year.&nbsp; <br /><br /><br /><a name='more'></a><br /><strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">A</span></strong><br />Ackles, Jensen<br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong>B</strong></span><br />Baldwin, Alec<br />Bardem, Javier&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <br />Bateman, Jason<br />Bean, Sean<br />Brolin, James<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-s_CBfqzMk/TNBndSp-r4I/AAAAAAAAAIw/pf9d6XL8I94/s1600/Sean.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-s_CBfqzMk/TNBndSp-r4I/AAAAAAAAAIw/pf9d6XL8I94/s320/Sean.jpg" width="239" /></a></div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <span style="font-size: x-small;">Sean Bean: sexy since 93'.</span><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong>C</strong></span><br />Campos, Bruno<br />Chandler, Kyle<br />Chindlund, Nick<br />Craig, Daniel<br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong>D</strong></span><br />Dane, Eric<br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong>E</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong>F</strong></span><br />Fassbender, Michael<br />Firth, Colin<br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong>G</strong></span><br />Goldblum, Jeff<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-s_CBfqzMk/TNBqStgF0iI/AAAAAAAAAJA/s7zTAEc8f1s/s1600/car.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-s_CBfqzMk/TNBqStgF0iI/AAAAAAAAAJA/s7zTAEc8f1s/s1600/car.jpg" /></a></div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <span style="font-size: x-small;">Only Jeff Goldblum can make the Chaos Theory sexy.</span> <br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong>H</strong></span><br />Hardy, Tom<br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong>I</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong>J</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong>K</strong></span><br />Kretschmann, Thomas<br />Kilmer, Val<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-s_CBfqzMk/TNBnpk03wuI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C7z4RERbgP8/s1600/iymt8x.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="175" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-s_CBfqzMk/TNBnpk03wuI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C7z4RERbgP8/s320/iymt8x.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <span style="font-size: x-small;">Herr Kretschmann ist sehr hübsch.</span><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong>L</strong></span><br />Lea, Nicholas<br />LeBihan, Samuel<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-s_CBfqzMk/TNBrZvKTZpI/AAAAAAAAAJE/zZ63RYjjCM4/s1600/LipSmackin2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-s_CBfqzMk/TNBrZvKTZpI/AAAAAAAAAJE/zZ63RYjjCM4/s320/LipSmackin2.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Nick Lea played the sexiest ratboy in the history of television.&nbsp; RIP, Alex Krycek (seasons 2-8 of the X-Files, and a reappearance as a ghost in season 9)</span></div><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong>M</strong></span><br />Mandylor, Costas<br />McKidd, Kevin<br />McMahon, Julien<br />Morgan, Jeffrey Dean<br />Mortensen, Viggo<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-s_CBfqzMk/TNBw9Ox2h6I/AAAAAAAAAJI/ApzaAumUDM4/s1600/50fwh0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-s_CBfqzMk/TNBw9Ox2h6I/AAAAAAAAAJI/ApzaAumUDM4/s320/50fwh0.jpg" width="274" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">&nbsp; <span style="font-size: x-small;">Love Costas Mandylor's DSLs...I mean sexy lips ;)</span></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong>N</strong></span><br />Neeson, Liam<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowFullScreen='true' webkitallowfullscreen='true' mozallowfullscreen='true' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyi_ENEnvFjwpXWw_wwd6iOxBg8-84oZDnoVoeWKQTB7I4ZlgI36goNrl3UuzJee8eN6eT3r4VTef9qzXM45g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' FRAMEBORDER='0' /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">&nbsp;<span style="font-size: x-small;">I don't know what the Hell Liam Neeson is doing on Sesame Street, but with a voice like that, he can make even the phone book sound sexy.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong>O</strong></span></div><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong>P</strong></span><br />&nbsp;Phoenix, River<br />Purcell, Dominic<br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong>Q</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong>R</strong></span><br />Renner, Jeremy<br />Rickman, Alan<br />Roberts, Eric<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowFullScreen='true' webkitallowfullscreen='true' mozallowfullscreen='true' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx79j-BKabNLD7jBfy9NybfmqE05tZ7q2e5_JQ9uDKocbkCu6x_r6pqFxtolKtNhcyjgHX_YVFrqt2PcMeRqA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' FRAMEBORDER='0' /></div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<span style="font-size: x-small;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I'll be honest, I'm not really listening to this poem...Mr. Rickman's voice is too distracting ;)</span><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong>S</strong></span><br />Spader, James<br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong>T</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong>U</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong>V</strong></span><br />Van Holt, Brian<br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong>W</strong></span><br />Walsh, Dylan<br />Welles, Orson<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-s_CBfqzMk/TNBp9C-cFzI/AAAAAAAAAI8/SEqvDiA9Sgg/s1600/Orson-Welles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-s_CBfqzMk/TNBp9C-cFzI/AAAAAAAAAI8/SEqvDiA9Sgg/s320/Orson-Welles.jpg" width="256" /></a></div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <span style="font-size: x-small;">Maybe not the most conventionally handsome actor, but Orson Welles sure as hell had a sexy moxy.</span> <br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong>X</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong>Y</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong>Z</strong></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">* That's all I can think of at the moment.&nbsp; I'll have more to add later.</div>Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12587399221573108504noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456455467059427307.post-68859097770772532902010-10-28T22:21:00.000-07:002010-10-28T22:21:03.659-07:00TV sucks,but I still love it, part 1Even though I think modern television has turned us all into brainwashed, unintelligible lemmings, I still miss it on occasion.&nbsp; In particular, I miss programming&nbsp;on networks like the&nbsp;Discovery Channel, HBO, Sci Fi (or rather SyFy), and even the trashy dating shows of Vh1.&nbsp; Most of all, I miss the Food Network.<br /><br /><br /><a name='more'></a><br />I think what makes the Food Network successful is not the cooking shows themselves, but rather the personalities.&nbsp; You have the likes of Bobby Flay (the arrogant Irish-American New Yorker), Giada de Laurentiis (the chesty Italian cuisine connoisseur), Paula Deen(the annoyingly&nbsp;endearing southern home cook), Ina Garten (the Hamptons snob), and&nbsp;Rachael Ray&nbsp;(the annoyingly annoying chick with her&nbsp;fucking stupid mannerisms).<br /><br />&nbsp;It's interesting how modern&nbsp;cooking show personalities overshadow the actual cooking.&nbsp; I think the overwhelming majority of viewers who watch these shows do so for the sake of watching or making fun of certain personalities, and not because they have an interest in learning how to make xyz recipes.&nbsp; We sure have come along way since the days of Julia Child!<br /><br />I remember one particular personality, Sandra Lee, and her joke of a show, "Semi-Homemade."&nbsp; The format behind the show was essentially Lee&nbsp;dumping together store bought food items and hocking the final product as homemade to party guests.&nbsp; Besides her overprocessed and artificial food items, Lee was known for her love of&nbsp;cocktails.&nbsp; I'm sure you'd have to be drunk to enjoy her crap.&nbsp; <br /><br />One of her most notorious pieces of crap she hocked off as food was her recipe for Kwanzaa cake.&nbsp; Even Anthony Bourdain commented on it, calling it a war crime on television.&nbsp; <br /><br />I think this clip speaks for itself:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowFullScreen='true' webkitallowfullscreen='true' mozallowfullscreen='true' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzJ1bejwSgD8VS8rIxTZ3wOIlGoQr-Kz8EM4KIW-FYWtCOSIT-x24qMoZqBe90HOMXGvjwdJMZ6_61_FIKLzg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' FRAMEBORDER='0' /></div>Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12587399221573108504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456455467059427307.post-47604043921078041212010-10-27T13:09:00.000-07:002010-10-27T13:09:27.949-07:00If we are suppose to be on top of the evolutionary chain......or God's most perfect creations (whatever you believe), why are humans&nbsp;so despicable?<br /><a name='more'></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.suntimes.com/news/24-7/2840232,CST-NWS-wheelchair27.article">http://www.suntimes.com/news/24-7/2840232,CST-NWS-wheelchair27.article</a>&nbsp;--&gt; Disabled man has his customized van stolen<br /><br /><a href="http://www.nydailynews.com/news/world/2010/10/21/2010-10-21_belgian_woman_skydiver_guilty_of_murder_after_sabotaging_rivals_parachute.html">http://www.nydailynews.com/news/world/2010/10/21/2010-10-21_belgian_woman_skydiver_guilty_of_murder_after_sabotaging_rivals_parachute.html</a>&nbsp;--&gt; Belgium school teacher murders romantic rival<br /><a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/8301-504083_162-20020900-504083.html">http://www.cbsnews.com/8301-504083_162-20020900-504083.html</a>&nbsp;--&gt;&nbsp; Northern Illinois freshman disappeared and likely to have been murdered<br /><br /><a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1319276/Couple-taunt-Huntingtons-disease-sufferer-Kathleen-Edwards-7-Facebook.html">http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1319276/Couple-taunt-Huntingtons-disease-sufferer-Kathleen-Edwards-7-Facebook.html</a>&nbsp;--&gt; Terminally-ill 7-year-old taunted by neighbors in Michigan in unprovoked attacks<br /><br />I realize the news, more often than not, sensationalizes all the devastation and cruelty mankind commits while ignoring the good.&nbsp; Still, it's no surprise to me that I am a reclusive, pessimistic, cynical, reserved, skeptical hermit at the ripe ol' age of 25.Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12587399221573108504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456455467059427307.post-7812822228785411102010-10-24T00:55:00.000-07:002010-10-24T00:55:56.462-07:00The politics of nightclubsI just got back from clubbing in the River North area and yeah, I'm a little buzzed.&nbsp; Forgive the spelling errors since I normally pride myself in having good grammar, mechanics, syntax, blah, blah, blah.<br /><br /><a name='more'></a>I just got back from a few hours of partying at the Griffin Lounge and the Martini Ranch, and besides the pleasure of making sociological observations about today's&nbsp;metropolitan youth, I've come to realize that it's just not for me.&nbsp;As I get older, clubbing and partaking in the weekend warrior lifestyle becomes less appealing.&nbsp; I don't need my confidence and self-worth to be reiterated by guys hitting on me and buying me drinks.&nbsp; I don't have the need to constantly size myself up against other girls, especially those I can never compete with.&nbsp; I might have not have money, a tight body, blonde hair, and silcon (or saline) boobs, but I like myself and I don't need&nbsp;to put myself out there in a degrading manner to boost my self-worth.<br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 5pt;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;">Let's face it, if you are a &nbsp;hot chick, clubbing makes your life easier...or at least it seems that way.&nbsp; Bouncers, bartenders, and super horny patrons put you on a pedestal and treat you&nbsp;as if your self-worth is summed up by how hot you are.&nbsp;&nbsp; While it might be fun&nbsp;at 21, one day the party will stop.&nbsp; You will grow older, wiser, more mature, and younger, hotter&nbsp;meat will be willing to go further&nbsp;than you did to&nbsp;gain the status you once had.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I recently read an Op-ed in the Huffington Post by former supermodel Paulina Porkizkova about beauty and aging.&nbsp;&nbsp; She said it best when she said: </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 5pt;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><blockquote><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;">&nbsp;Beauty, unlike the rest of the gifts handed out at birth, does not require dedication, patience and hard work to pay off. But it's also the only gift that does NOT keep on giving. It usually blossoms at an age where you're least equipped to handle its benefits and rewards and instead take it all for granted, and by the time you start understanding the value of it, it slowly trickles away. How's that for revenge of the ugly ones? </span></blockquote><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 5pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 5pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 5pt;">On the other end of the sex and gender spectrum, you have the men.&nbsp; You see, no matter what their income is, what they look like, or how old they are, every man in the Chicago nightlife scene thinks he is a VIP.&nbsp; Maybe it really can be attributed to confidence or maybe it's really overcompensation, but 95% of these men dress like cast members of the "Jersey Shore", act like they have the sex appeal of Matthew Mcconaughey, and spend money like Bill Gates at Christmas.&nbsp; While they don't require the sex appeal of their female counterparts, keeping up a facade and an image of machismo is probably as equally daunting.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 5pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 5pt;">It's possible that the whole appeal of clubbing is the endless opportunities to pretend to be someone you are not.&nbsp; I guess those Vegas ads about what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas can be applied to any nightlife scene.&nbsp; In this situation, I can't necessarily point fingers and throw stones since I can be accused of doing the same thing.&nbsp; Maybe for one night, or two, or every Saturday, we all desire to play the role of someone who wish we were, but can never be.&nbsp; We can put ourselves on our own&nbsp;pedestal and never disappoint.&nbsp; For a few hours, our fantasies come close to being our realities.&nbsp; </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 5pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 5pt;">Regardless, I personally choose to come back down to earth and the face the reality of who I am.&nbsp; And you know what, I'm not disappointed or distraught.&nbsp; I accept myself and who I have the potential to be.&nbsp; While the rest of you club-goers continune your life in fantasy and delusion, I choose to confront myself and embrace both the imperfections and the flaws.&nbsp; I like who I am, and no one can take that from me.&nbsp; With that, I quote the late Ed Murrow, goodnight and good luck.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 5pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 5pt;">P.S.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 5pt;">I'm drinking from a handle of Smirnoff's Tuscan Lemonade.&nbsp; When I bought it awhile ago, it initially tasted like cough medicine to me.&nbsp; Now, it tastes like sweet lemonade at a baseball game.&nbsp; I think I might have to up my classification from buzzed to drunk.&nbsp; Afterall, I am feeling especially sexy!</div><br /><blockquote><blockquote><div style="text-align: left;">﻿</div></blockquote></blockquote></span>Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12587399221573108504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456455467059427307.post-82334908875105594962010-10-22T14:00:00.000-07:002010-10-22T14:00:02.851-07:00Why do I bother?The few of you--and I mean like 2 people--who follow my blogging escapades knew full well that A.) I suck at keeping up with blogging and B.) this has to be my 20th shot at starting up an account.&nbsp; <br /><br />I've finally agreed to make this easier for myself and condense everything into this blog.&nbsp; I'm deleting my wordpress and tumblr accounts to make it official.&nbsp; For here on out, this is OFFICIALLY my blog.<br /><br />Cheers to a new start!<br /><br />P.S.<br /><br />Who wants to take any bets as to how long this will last?Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12587399221573108504noreply@blogger.com2